A presidential suite booked with an employee from his own company while he claimed to be in Monterrey.
Camila looked at Arturo, waiting for him to defend her.
He did not even look at her.
That silence broke the fantasy.
Sergio stepped forward.
“Miss Ríos, a car is waiting by the side exit. You will receive formal notice from Human Resources on Monday.”
Camila picked up her bag with trembling hands.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Mariana said nothing.
Camila left without glamour, without victory, and without the illusion Arturo had sold her.
Then Mariana took out another folder.
“These are the divorce papers.”
Arturo glared at her.
“You planned to humiliate me.”
“No,” Mariana said. “You planned to betray me. I simply stopped protecting you.”
He tried to ask for a private conversation.
“For years, you used my discretion as your shield,” she said. “Today, you live without it.”
Before leaving, Mariana placed one final sheet on the table.
Arturo looked at it.
His face changed.
It was proof that he had used one of her father’s properties as collateral for a personal debt.
And beside his signature was another one.
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